Χρονια βλεπω στο λιμανι πλοια να σαλπαρουνε
κι οπως τα κοιταζω λεω θε μου ας με παρουνε...
This war we are waging is already lost The cause for the fighting has long been a ghost Malice and habit have now won the day The honours we fought for are lost in the fray